My Name Is Dopey Lyrics - Singles - Kobby Dope

Intro: 

Dopey ene me din, 

But efr3 me Kobby dope a I no go bore 

This one na Ribcage Music o 

Real Music sha 

Only Sergio dey do the mixing and scratching and things 

Verse 1 [Kobby Dope] 

First name Kobby, last name dopey 

I do not need an intro, the game already know me 

Cos I am high like soprano, I never swagger low key 

These people want to handle, lepers, joking 

Cos I dey top like its missionary position 

Hotter than the heat like the sun is in the kitchen 

Bonjour, I am dopey, mission on deck 

When you messing with my dreams then it is your kidneys on deck 

I have been through a lot so I call myself made 

But I looked sharp like my eye balls has got blades 

The boy has got class like my swagger got grades 

I am a house help, your chick is as good as laid 

Im not a jacker, Im an inventer, 

I dont follow trends, Im a trendsetter, 

And then I make them trend 

I aint talking about twitter 

But your rules can make them bend, 

Like they do in La Liga 

My ego gets erection, now its looking bigger 

XX cells the boys only gets sicker 

I weigh 52 kilos but I am feeling big 

Io am a different kind of poker player do you know who you are dealing with 

You dont, I give you the benefit of the doubt, I mean you probably didnt know what you about 

I mean who wants to cross kobby dopes path, no one 

Who does that unless its Sinbad or Conan 

Cos every time I got to go I go ham 

Enti kop3 table bi asehye, you for lay low man 

I am fast so I no dey rush say I dey go run 

I let them start then overtake, next thing I am so gone 

It is easy as ABC, A for always B for bullying C for children, ABC. 

And when I am done rocking the stage, standing ovation 

I have to beg them to take their seats 

So who go fit, 

mo ye Cinderellas sisters 

I be the talk of GH ena more twetwa pictures 

Masoa nsuo masoansa, afei masoa dopey 

Other rappers no dier se download, big x. 

The rap is my genes (jeans) I aint talking about denim 

Born great shout out to ken da dude and sedem 

You cant stand up to me, mo b3 gyina he mpo 

My style is flawless mo b3gyina he mpo 

They claim they got an S on their chest entiomo ye tough 

But omoakoma ye me target cos X marks the spot 

You cant compere (compare) you no be host 

Cant contest, thats not fair, oh yes I know 

You got to confess, no size on earth, the boys is dope 

Run and go ask, go ham on tracks, thats all I know 

Killing the rhyme, its funeral time eno be joke 

So where is the freaking competition, I dont know 

I have got four beads on my neck 

More trophies on my desk 

I kill it, I kill it, beast on the track 

40inch claws dont gyimi with my stacks